Genital Piercings.

Me: So I'm going down to the piercing place next week to get the rest of my piercings done so I'm symmetrical.
Dad: I see.
Me: Yeah, the lady who does me is great.
Me: She specialises in genital piercings apparently.
Dad: Whatever makes you happy, dear.
Dad: I'm sorry, but are you really going to get a genital piercing?
Me: WHAT.

It’s very hard to keep motivated when all you want to do is build a blanket fort and never get out of it. It feels as though I’m being pushed under water most of the time. But I’m swimming back to the surface, however long it takes. 

I REALLY WANT A HAMSTER. I’ve wanted one for several years and this feeling has just been reignited. I had two rabbits as a kid for a short time until parents “gave them to santa claus” (back to the pet shop) and some very boring fish that killed each other. Look at it’s cute face!

So basically, we’re having a childrens’ alcohol and sex object party.

The importance of growing down.

I never really got the chance to be a kid. From a young age, particular circumstances and experiences required that I be an adult from a very young age. I’ve always been mature (as much as someone with no life experience can be) and as a result of that, never really understood what “being a child” entailed. I’ve always been tremendously jealous of people when they talk about their childhood. Don’t get me wrong, I did lots of child things but I don’t really remember experiencing them. None of this makes any sense. 

To get to the point, myself and others oft remark that I have no inner child, I’m a serious robot lady from the future currently tasked to destroy all joy in the lives of others. I’m just too responsible and I just want to be able to let go.

So, I am going to take it upon myself to grow down. Naturally, I will create an organised list of things I’d like to do because I’m ridiculous. 

  1. Watch all of the old Disney films, like Cinderella, Snow White, Lion King etc.
  2. Spend the entire day in the park, rolling down hills, flying kites
  3. Have an imaginary friend.
  4. Just let go and go crazy and not give a shit about what anyone thinks. 
  5. All day water fight
  6. Kick up every leaf I encounter (long-term til I die commitment)
  7. Get over my fear of bugs and play with them all 
  8. Ruin all my clothes by jumping in mud

Suggestions welcome, I will add to the list when I think of more awesome ideas.

Suave motherfucker.
42 days. 42 fucking days. Possibly one of the most intense nights of 2012, or of my life.